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“John dear,” said Mother, “you are not to use such expressions.” Virtue's sigh, and Sorrow's moan! The older Hazard looked at his son with gleaming eyes. What stuff the lad was made of! An immense pride filled him that this boy could be so unselfish and destroy his own carefully laid plans for the future with such a brave attempt at sincerity..
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